So, since my "awakening" (ahem), it seems as if my eyes have gone through some changes. I never used to notice women in my everyday life...just went on about my business with my head down.
Well, I finally looked up.
The Seattle area is filled with dykes. Oh. My. God. The lady at the seafood counter at the market--so obviously gay. I strut back and forth in front of her, wearing my cutest outfits and pushing my little cart. Sometimes I stop and ask her a dumb question about Dungeness crab. (Sandy, if you are reading this, call me!)
Gay girls, all tattooed and angsty, making my coffee. I want to say, "Yes, I'll have my vanilla latte with a side of you, please."
Christ on a cracker, I feel like a thirteen year old boy. How is a baby dyke supposed to get any work done?